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Blue Pegasus
02:30
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Blue Pegasus:
quit watching us,
'cause something about you just isn't quite right,
like telephone salesmen or wolves in the night,
or other winged beasts with agendas that you cannot guess…
Put on your favorite dress,
ignore that mess,
do what you do best - rest.
Use the red phone,
when you're calling me,
and I'll slide right down the pole into the cave,
out the secret entrance - it's you I will save,
with blasters and burners and gadgets and boats, cars, and planes…
See I'm always the same,
(and) I know you by name,
before you had a name - fame.
New levels,
new devils,
but no evil has claim to your destiny,
he's only as strong as you give him to be,
so get thee behind me and find out why you came to be…
To find you in Me,
the Infinite Sea,
Absolute History - free.
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I put all my stock(s) in gold,
I put all my fonts in bold,
I put all my shoes on tight,
I made sure I slept this night,
For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you...
I danced 'round the palace guard,
I made promises to God,
I look just like I did then,
I will see your face again,
I will, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will...
I traveled the ocean blue,
gave everything left to you,
I saw myself in the sea,
I know what I want to be,
It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true...
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You want to know that you are safe,
you want to know that you can't be replaced,
by the ghost of ideal,
by a statue that's real,
#9 from the Reds,
he's the King of Left Field...
You want to know that it's still there,
you want to breathe that industrial air,
where all fast food chains can coexist,
where the shopping carts glean in the morning mist...
Get lost...
Get lost...
Just remember that this is not your town,
just remember that it's a long way down...
Get lost...
Get lost...
For your Father's house breathes a different air,
and no interstate can take you there - get lost.
You want to roll on the concrete ground,
you want to dance to the unheard sound,
of the ringing string of a hundred years,
of the tattooed kings of yesteryear...
And there it is on the shortest street,
where the punks and the hippies converge to the beat,
of a laundromat, of a police car,
and they sing this song 'cause I've come this far...
Get lost...
Get lost...
And kiss the dirt of the holy hill,
where the Carpenter would have His will...
Get lost...
Get lost...
And behold your face as it reappears,
in the bridge between your master's ears - get lost.
(And release yourself to the coolest Wind - get lost.)
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